Emily sat in place, her expression inscrutable as she found herself inexplicably drawn to the scenes happening about her.
Children struggling to remain calm after what was otherwise a chilling encounter with death, parents unable to stop themselves from remaining calm as realization dawned on them that they had lost everything and those like her who couldn't get the image of a burning Livermore out of their heads.
Even though it hadn't been a long time, she'd come to call Livermore home, taking its people as her own.
This was why the disaster that struck it caused her to feel a deep sense of loss though she was quick to recover.
Perhaps it was because of her past experiences with death and destruction which left her desensitized to the carnage.
Of course, that was merely a lie she told herself to prevent her mind from wandering.
Taking a deep breath, she shifted her gaze from the things happening about her to the bowl of soup she had.
